Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for June 28, 2022

Seagull is with him in the imagination panel ♥

As a child, all I ever got in the tall grass was a nail in my foot and a tetanus shot.

angelolady, you nailed it!

Rose: “Amelia, he’s you’re friend. Please explain him to me.”

Amelia: “There is no explaining Wallace. I only keep him around because I need someone to carry my ketchup packages for me.”

Poor Amelia live in a perpetual state of boringness. Luckily Wallace, Spud and Rose can help her feel better.

’Bout time for the sandals & socks to come out, Spud!

Spud’s horror at the lack of socks is the cherry on top of this masterpiece.

Amelia, always so upbeat.

Wait a minute now, Rose has been around a while. Is this her first summer hanging out with Wallace?

‘bout time he got around to this! It’s almost July!

I love the seagull silhouette in the 2nd panel.

In my case, it was stepping on bees in the clover.

No Amelia, YOU’re going to starve, by choice.

Note Rose’s hands in last two panels.

Mom is not gonna be happy!

OK, Mr. Henry. Reference for the poem in the 2nd panel or did you create it? A google search came up empty…

Well, he’s been doing this for some years now and he still hasn’t starved, so I’d say he’s still doing something right here.

As far as Amelia’s concerned, Wallace’s “adventures” are exercises in misery…so “no wander” she’d say starve! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist)

That sums up my summer. When I was a kid, shoes were gone.

By the end of summer when he’s ready for shoes again, these will be too small anyway…

I love this so much!

I still feel uncomfortable that he throws away his shoes rather than just stuff them in the closet. I’ve had some periods of hard times and don’t relate well to wasting perfectly good things.

we used to get stickers (goat head burrs) but we’d take our shoes off anyway! hahahaha

I’m hoping this year his mom is standing on the shore waiting for him, her hand held out in an unmistakable fashion and that glorious don’t-you-dare glare in her eyes.

Gotta love Wallace’s mom.

When I was Wallace’s age my little coastal town Had all of the standard Summer Foot Perils. Oyster shells, pop tops, hot sand, dog renderings and of course dreaded stickers of all kinds. I walked down to my pal Donald’s house to horse around and discovered his uncle had finally cut the tall grass in back of their tool shed. I loved running through any freshly cut grass and was almost across the purty patch when I found out the very hard way that dry and hardened sandspurs become invisible after a mowing. I collected 19 stickers in my tender early June soles. I froze and could not and would not walk. Donald’s aunt brought out a foot tub (appropriate, huh?) for me to sit on with my feet in the air. I refused to let anyone remove the sandspurs so my Mom was called. I’ll never forget how hard she laughed when she saw my predicament. As she pulled out the stickers with tweezers we both laughed until my poor little feet were released from their sticker shock. Took a week to heal well enough to do the Twist with my friend Cathy. I learned a lesson that day in the sandspur patch. Keep a pair of Flip Flops in your pocket for special occasions.